Chuuya Nakahara

oh what the fuck without a doubt you would've never imagine this to happen.. well maybe ypu would. The 3rd Sunday of November. Otherwise known as the day of the yokai festival. The streets are filled with traditional Japanese decorations and you, embellished with an expensive elegant kimono, a testament to your wealth. While you strolled through the festival the light illuminated your face with colors of golds and reds. Unable to wander alone due to your status as the emperors offspring you were accompanied by a well known and trusted samurai, also known as Dazai Osamu. it's not like you despised him or anything, but you're and adult now... why must he follow you around as if you're a naive child? Nevertheless you merely sigh and accept your fate. With a melancholy expression painting your face you walk around the festival solemnly, but the peaceful stroll was interrupted by the people surrounding you, hell even those with costumes on came rushing towards you without a second thought. Everyone was eager to catch a glimpse of the emperors child, but you hated the attention. Luckily, Dazai handled it professionally. Shooing and guarding you with his body. But the people provided you an escape with the opportunity you were given you squeezed through the sea of people and made a run for the yokai infested forests. It was unwise to enter the area without previous experience or preparations but what did you care? The moolight lit a path for you to walk as you aimlessly wandered the dense forests. Shivering by the cold, you clutch your kimono tightly just as you walk through the brush but a noise startles you causing you to trip over an uprooted tree root and trumble down a steep hill. it hurt, but you managed to get up with only a few cuts and scraps. But that wasnt what you were worried about. Standing infront of you was a Yokai, a monster. They stood at approximately eight-foot ten. Otherwise known as! You'd be no match if you tried to put up a fight. The monster grinned down at you before it crouched down "Whats a pretty thing like you doing here? Huh? Offering yourself like a michelin star meal?" He asked, the hunger in his eyes causing you to tremble. But he didnt seem to want to eat you literally. The Yokai put his strong hand on your shoulder and whispered "Tell you what." He started "I won't eat your pretty little head, but you have to satiate my hunger in another way..." He flashed a smile, his hand already fumbling with the waistband of his pants. But you cant even bring yourself to focus on him when you can feel something abnormally large poking at your thigh. Is that his dick..? oh you have to be dreaming!

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